Phoebe reminded Minerva of her mother, Pandora, and that - in itself - was an exhausting thought. Living it was a whole other ballgame. It was all she could do to avoid getting left behind. Phoebe was terribly polite about it all, and always willing to lend a hand when Minerva needed her to.. but there was this energy built around her. It made her very anxious, loathe as she was to admit it.

Even here, more than a few body lengths away she could feel it. But, Minerva wasn't actually sure anyone could surpass the other coursers skill and capability. Maybe her mothers. They were otherwise indisposed, however, leaving Minerva to find other accommodations for her dives. Phoebe had been a lucky pull, and Minerva had been elated to come along. Until the realization. Now it was a bit awkward, and Phoebe was still leaving her behind.

"Hey courser!"

Minerva whipped around, "Hello?"

"Hey! Why the long face?"

"Why the long EARS?"

"Excuse you?"

"Look at this cotton tail!"

"Aww just a wittle bunny!"

The puck snorted, pinning her ears as an imp blew past her fact and tugged a lock of hair hard. There was a chorus of laughter and the imps descended, taunting and teasing - their foul mouths leaving Minerva in a stunned silence. Phoebe was still nowhere to be seen, and the imps were getting louder and bolder. A well placed kick sent one of the bigger ones flying into the cavern wall, and the others suddenly hovered slightly further back. Their insults continued, the jeers and insults eventually getting more derogatory and brutal as she continued to look for Phoebe.

It must have been minutes but it felt like hours before the imps realized their words were having no effect. Minerva's aim was getting better and better, her reaction time faster, each time one of them dove in to slap her on the hind end or pull her mane. She could tell she ones she'd kicked already, as they were flying slower and favoring one side or the other. Eventually, they dispersed. One by one growing bored and peeling off to hunt for weaker targets.

Minerva breathed a sigh of relief, turning down another corridor in the hopes she’d find Phoebe at the end of it.